Purple.

it all began one august day

as the sky bled into hues of purple,

a coy smile from me,

some words spoken in the dark from you

and with the silent heat of our barely there touches,

the yearning turned to longing.

and come september,

the longing will turn to love. 

and all it will take is an epiphany, 

an unintelligible distant symphony,

a moment of chance miracle

and you will know,

that answers were never outside

but within.

you’d expect it to be earth shattering 

but it is a mere revelation

it’s a switch you flick in your own mind 

that surrenders your soul.

no matter what other say, 

it was a choice then

and it will continue to remain so.